"My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you." Psalm 63:5
Utter satisfaction lies in the all sufficiency of the prevenient Grace of God. He satisfies with (not bare minimum, but) the very best of the depths of knowledge and provision. The sovereign hand of all authority and power can and will sustain the soul thirsty for Him. The heart beat of romance sings, "How priceless is Your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of Your wings. They feast on the abundance of Your house; You give them drink from You river of delights. For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light." (Psalm 36:7-9) In the light we can not only see the things necessary for life...but we can see all things. Our paradigm is shifted, molded, and changed forever. I'm ruined for anything else. There is no love greater, there is no love greater.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Finite to the Infinite...Psalm 63: Part Four
"I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands." Psalm 63:4
In a fleeting world and a breaking clock called "time," I lay my heart down. I am but dust and my words are merely afterthoughts of yesterday and the forming of tomorrow's dew that beads in the morning. Second by second hope draws this moment to tomorrow, whether it desires it or not. The God of all creation breathes breath into my lungs so that I can pant for Him. And as long as my lungs rise and fall, I will sing and praise the everlasting God. He who chooses whom He pleases to choose Him. In a dance of sovereignty and humanity, to be drawn by a Holy Hand to be grafted into a family that could not be joined by carnal adoption; rather only by omniscience. I will lift my hands until they fall and fail to my age. No other name is worthy of praise.
and in your name I will lift up my hands." Psalm 63:4
In a fleeting world and a breaking clock called "time," I lay my heart down. I am but dust and my words are merely afterthoughts of yesterday and the forming of tomorrow's dew that beads in the morning. Second by second hope draws this moment to tomorrow, whether it desires it or not. The God of all creation breathes breath into my lungs so that I can pant for Him. And as long as my lungs rise and fall, I will sing and praise the everlasting God. He who chooses whom He pleases to choose Him. In a dance of sovereignty and humanity, to be drawn by a Holy Hand to be grafted into a family that could not be joined by carnal adoption; rather only by omniscience. I will lift my hands until they fall and fail to my age. No other name is worthy of praise.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Captivating love...Psalm 63: Part Three
"Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you." Psalm 63:3
The twirling and fishing for all sorts of better-thans seem to often be all that many people are going through life for. Fueled by ambition, determination, and raises from one platform to another (financial or otherwise) seem to be the tunnel vision of many-a-human in the workforce and even the church-force (and home-force for that manner). I'm not in any way down playing positive motivation in any way. I'm just pointing out the greatest motivation I've ever had. It's love, glory, peace, and longing in its deepest, rawest, form. The love of God is a deep raging river that heats up like flowing lava in its passion, and will steal your heart if you let it. It will allure you on the gentle breeze of its delight, it will captivate you with its sovereign draw in such a maddening way that you will forsake (maybe absolutely everything), and its whisper will reverberate from your heart to the rest of your being if you open the door of your heart even a crack.
The lovesick song of one totally enthralled by its Creator is a song unlike any other. It's a sonnet lifted up on the battlefields of defeat as well as of victory. It's an incense lifted up in the night, awakening the dawn. It's a strong obsessed yell of a lover in loneliness, and the gentle croon of the intimate place. It's the utter truth that "nothing else is better" being declared, maybe to masses, but more importantly...to the One it's beholding.
my lips will glorify you." Psalm 63:3
The twirling and fishing for all sorts of better-thans seem to often be all that many people are going through life for. Fueled by ambition, determination, and raises from one platform to another (financial or otherwise) seem to be the tunnel vision of many-a-human in the workforce and even the church-force (and home-force for that manner). I'm not in any way down playing positive motivation in any way. I'm just pointing out the greatest motivation I've ever had. It's love, glory, peace, and longing in its deepest, rawest, form. The love of God is a deep raging river that heats up like flowing lava in its passion, and will steal your heart if you let it. It will allure you on the gentle breeze of its delight, it will captivate you with its sovereign draw in such a maddening way that you will forsake (maybe absolutely everything), and its whisper will reverberate from your heart to the rest of your being if you open the door of your heart even a crack.
The lovesick song of one totally enthralled by its Creator is a song unlike any other. It's a sonnet lifted up on the battlefields of defeat as well as of victory. It's an incense lifted up in the night, awakening the dawn. It's a strong obsessed yell of a lover in loneliness, and the gentle croon of the intimate place. It's the utter truth that "nothing else is better" being declared, maybe to masses, but more importantly...to the One it's beholding.
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